Robbie: I wrote a song about you.

Georgia Nicolson: Really?

Robbie: Yeah. It's called "Bitch in Uniform".

Georgia Nicolson: I don't care anymore about looking perfect, it's so overrated! I don't need a nose job or blond hair, cos my sex-god boyfriend likes me JUST the way I am!

Wet Lindsay: Robbie, this is your last chance. It's either her - sad olive girl who gets everything wrong - or me, the woman who's so perfect for you.

Robbie: [Robbie reaches down and pulls Georgia onstage] Georgia's perfect too. She's just a perfect nutter.

Dave the Laugh: Nunga nungas!

Georgia Nicolson: If you haven't noticed I am a woman now. I wear a bra!

Dave the Laugh: You're beautiful.

Georgia Nicolson: Libby! Stop putting Angus in the fridge.

Georgia Nicolson: Libby! Stop licking Robbie!

Wet Lindsay: [sees Georgia waving at Robbie] What are you waving at minger?

[she waves at Robbie, and faces off against Georgia]

Wet Lindsay: Listen, short arse, keep away from my man. He's not a cradle-snatcher, and you're not woman enough for him. So BACK OFF!

Georgia Nicolson: I wasn't looking at anybody!

Georgia Nicolson: Look, I can't go out with you, because... because... because I'm a lesbian.

Wet Lindsay: [notices Georgia walk into a party dressed as a stuffed olive and starts laughing at her] And what are you supposed to be, an obese leprechaun?

Georgia Nicolson: Anyone can see I'm a stuffed olive.

Wet Lindsay: Stuffed is right!

Georgia Nicolson: I'm not boylingual yet.

Rosie Barnes: [after seeing Lindsay's thong] That is shocking.

Rosie Barnes: Phwoar, they are sex gods!